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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A79403	The most heavenly and Christian speech of the magnanimous and victorious King of Svveden, Carlous Gustavus Adolphus on his death-bed. In His royal palace of Gottenburg on the 10th. of February last, three daies before his most untimely and much lamented death. Together vvith his last advice and counsel to his nobles, the lords of his privy council, and the chief commanders of war for concluding a peace with the King of Denmark on the conditions of honor and safety, or otherwise for the prosecuting the war with greater vigor. Faithfully translated out of High-Dutch.	Charles X Gustav, King of Sweden, 1622-1660.	1660 (1660)	Wing C3655; Thomason E1017_22; ESTC R208040	5,258	8

speak in relation to her and her Dowry in great danger by the ruine of Pomerania but Here his spirits fainting away he sunk down on his bed but he was immediately recovered by some excellent hot waters that were administred to him while his Lords and Councilours that stood round about him did drink hot watess as well as himself but it was from the abundance of the teares that did flow from their eyes The King after a little pause having again raised himself with a serious eye did look upon them all and observing rain within door and none without he seemed to be much discontented at it and thus again proceeded in his discourse I have hitherto spoken to you as a King I shall now speak to you as a Christian Death is only terrible to the wicked and it is not so much the fear of Death as the sence of hell that is so terrible to them the apprehension of the torment of the one swallows up the terror of the other Did ever any man on the rack afflict himself because his Mistress slighted him did ever man that attained unto vast possessions and was condemned to dye for bloodshed and Extortion call for the particulars of his purchase upon the Gallows The apprehension and horror of being damned I do not say will cure all other sadness but certainly it will swallow it up But I who by the mirits of my Redeemer who by the grace of the Lord Jesus do believe I shall be saved I do desire you to consider with me how great is my joy how infinite my advantage is by this Exchange How unspeakable is the glory and how excellent is the recompence for all the hard Marches and the sufferings in this world My Lords Take the counsel with you of your dying Prince let us prepare our selves against changes always expecting them that so we be not surprised when they come Oh death how bitter art thou to a man who hath promised to himself ease and fulness by his large possessions and to enjoy it for many years it was a sad Arrest that his soul was surprised the first night Consider with me that afflictions are often the occasion of great spiritual advantages We must not look upon them as they sit heavy upon us but as they serve unto Gods ends and the purpose of his eternal providence When a Prince fights justly but unsuccessully Could he but see the reason for which God did so order it he would find it unreasonable nay ill to have it otherwise If a man could have opened but one of the pages of the Divine counsail and observed the event of Josephs being sold to the Merchants of Amaleck he might with much reason have dryed up the young mans tears God esteemeth it one of his glories to bring good out of evil And therefore it is but reason that we should leave unto God the Government of his own world as he himself pleaseth and that we should patiently wait till the change commeth and not envy the happiness and prosperity of our enemies fret not thy self saith that kingly Prophet because of him who prospereth in his ways because of him who bringeth wicked devices to pass for evil doers at the last shall be rooted out but those that weight upon the Lord shal stand like Mount Sion that cannot be shaken The Last great trial is Death for which should we grieve it would be of all greifes the most unreasonable For why should we grieve at that which is so absolutely unavoydable It is not so much to be cared for how long we live as how well we live for that life is not best which is the longest but that which is most vertuous and honourable The shortning of our dayes is an evil wholy depending upon opinion let us still be ready for death and it cannot come too soon for let us dye young or old we have still an immortal soul and do lay down our bodyes onely for a time as that which was the instrument of our cares and troubles and the scene of sickness and disease Let us not then my Lords fear that which riddeth us of all these infirmities for by fearing it we shall never the sooner avoid it but make it more miserable To dye is natural and necessary but to dye poorly and basely is that alone which can make a man miserable No man can be a slave but he who feareth pain or who feareth to dye to such a man nothing but peaceable times can denote his inclinations or his duty he dependeth onely on external things for his felicity and therefore is no longer well then during the pleasure of his Enemy a Theife or a Tyrant But blessed is he who willingly resigneth his soul into the hand of God which gave it as into the hands of a blessed Creator and Redeemer O blessed Jesus thou didst dye for me grant that with joy I may submit to thy Summons for thou art as well my Advocate as my Judge and camest into the world to save sinners I acknowledg O Lord I am a great sinner but thy mercies are infinite O God of mercy and Father of all comfort look upon the sadness and the sorrowes of thy servant my sins lye heavy upon me and press me sore by reason of thy hot displeasure My affflictions seem to be without comfort because they are the punishments of my sins My sins have caused my sorrow yet my sorrow doth not cure my sins and unless thou O Lord for thy own sake and meerly because thou art good art pleased to pitty me I shall be left forlorn and as much without remedy as without comfort Lord therefore pitty me I deny my self and wholy depend on thee and on the blood and merits of my redeemer Let thy grace refresh my spirit thy comforts support me and thy mercies pardon me for thou art g●od and gracious and I throw my self upon thy mercies Suffer me not to let go my hold and do thou with me as seemeth good in thine own eyes Thou art in finitely more merciful then I can be miserable O Lord make me the object of thy mercies as well in my death as in my life And if even in this hour shall be pleased to remove me from this vale of misery when my poor soul shall go out of the prison of this body may it be received by Angels and preserved from the horror and surprizal of evil spirits and be laid up in the bosome of our Lord until the day of thy second comming when it shall be reunited to the body which is now to be laid in the dust yet I doubt not but shall be raised up in joy to live for ever and behold the face of God in the glories of our Lord Jesus who is my Hope my resurrection and life my blessed and ever glorious Redeemer to whom with the father and the holy Spirit be rendred all honour and glory now and for evermore Having spoke these words his Lords and privy Counselours who stood round about his bed were transported with as much admiration as they were before with grief and taking at that time their leave of him they left him with two of his Chaplains who never ceased to confirme him in his holy and heavenly confidence and to administer those spiritual Consolations to him which were suitable to the Master of so great a war-fare who having conquered himself as well as his Enemies stooped his anointed head as low as death and in the flourish of his years wisely exchanged a sea of troubles in this world for the heaven of eternal rest and a temporal Crown for a crown of Immortality The End His EPITAPH Who lyes within this fatal Ring The honour of the growing Spring And Vertue that doth man advance Who yet this Marble underneath in the despight of deaths mischance Doth valour to the Swedish breath